Expectations/Reality (Podcast)

3rd PR Radio (Episode 13) by uncovered3rd

I forgot to post my latest podcast which I recorded on Friday, September 23rd.
In this episode, I talk about "Expectations/Reality."

HCG

It's another warm September day here in Los Angeles as I type away at this laptop looking for some sort of inspiration in a music world of carbon copies and mundane drones. So, I started on a voyage on Monday; a voyage to lose 30 pounds. It's going pretty well so far; I've lost 9 pounds in 4 days. And no...I'm not sick or doing any drugs. I'm on the HCG diet taking the HCG drops 3x a day and eating mainly chicken, fish and a plethora of vegetables with tons of water. For most to fathom losing up to 30 pounds in 17 days is mind-blowing, but the HCG diet is all the way legit. Drinking a gallon of water a day is something I've always done anyway, so it's not difficult at all. I've never had a problem with sweets; my problem has always been with carbs. I will fuck a pasta dish up in a second as well as some merlot. I had to realize that the source of my excessive weight gain over the years has definitely come from my lack of exercising, bad diet, and excessive drinking. Don't get me wrong; I love tequila and brew, but I had to cut back. It's day 4 on the HCG diet and I am down 9 pounds. By Halloween, I will be down over 30 pounds. Do your research; the HCG diet might work for you as well.

Monday Soundtrack

I've been extremely overwhelmed with the amount of bad music that I've been getting sent and bombarded with as of late, but there has been two bands that I've been listening to as of late. I started my day of in a pretty stressful mood until I purchased the Los Angeles band, Pollyn's album, "This Little Night."





Also, I started listening to Angus and Julia Stone's "Down The Way" album on Spotify. I am truly impressed. It feels good to hear some good music.

Autumn

It's a great time of year; this is the time of year that I love most for the Fall foliage. I love the crispness in the air; I've never been a big fan of the dry, warm air of summer, therefore Fall has always been my favorite time of year. With my birthday of September 22nd being the first day of Fall and the last day of Virgo, I love the transition of seasons. Most people would rather have the clear and extremely warm days of Summer in their favor, but I love the overcast and crisp days of Autumn. Coming into my 27th year of life, God, I am truly thankful to see today.

Morning Mouthpiece (Episode 2)

Back To Me

When I wrote and it was a distinct passion of mine, my life was less chaotic. No meetings. No stress. No business. God, I thank you for uNCovered 3rd, but I believe that I shunned out the one gift You gave me; my writing. No longer will I make myself so accessible to strangers or even the general public. No longer shall I be bombarded by the heavy overbearing weight of social media and emails. I am socially detached and I'm done with this Internet shit. I am a man. Not a robot.

-August 18, 2011

Dear Media....

Dear Media,
You know what's truly interesting is to wake up to a headline from a so-called reputable publication entitled, "Thoughts of a Random of a Black Guy." I gave the editorial a chance and read nothing but dumbass rambles to find this quote,

"We can do anything, whether it be drawing, cooking or smoking crack. We can do it all."

Really? I thought you were supposed to be a reputable major publication that writes awe-inspiring and cutting edge stories; I guess not. With the slew of zip coons and ghetto white girls that you love to dick ride, I guess truly talented hip-hop acts just weren't "cool enough" to be written about in your publication. But, this is not the only publication that writes and has the balls to publish such moronic headlines and features. Look around you; you have publications giving you headlines such as "Kreayshawn Takes A Shit In NYC and Feels Great" or "Tyler The Creator Disses Bruno Mars." Why does this feeble-minded shit even matter when it comes down to the music? I guess writing just incredible music does not matter anymore. Swaggin' is all that matters. What the fuck does "swaggin'" even mean? You know it's sad that I couldn't even show my parents or even grandparents what really is going on in hip-hop right now. Perfect example, how some white girl thinks she can say "nigga" every other word because she's from the ghetto. I don't give a fuck how ghetto or hood or gangsta you think you are, there is no reason that anyone white should openly think it's cool to say the word, "nigga."

The irony of all of this is I'm 26 years old and most people older than me would consider people like Tyler The Creator, Kreayshawn, ASAP Rocky, and every other swag rapper and their moronic fiends of fans a part of my generation. These cats are only 6 years younger than me, but I feel like sometimes when I talk to cats of 20 years old that I am really 46 years old in the mind. There's a huge generation gap between being born in 1984 and being born after 1987. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty of people I know born after 1987 (my interns for examples) that have some common sense and intellect, but for the most part, I find this "crack-baby generation" to be utterly insipid. They have no drive; they have no ambition. I remember in high school if you smoked weed or even popped a few ecstasy pills, it was normal. Taking ecstasy has been something I've never done and won't do, but with those I grew up with, doing ecstasy was the "cool shit" to do. Now, (nine years later after my high school graduation) these kids are on everything! Literally, everything. They do drugs that makes ecstasy and weed look like some kindergarten shit. You know it's bad when doing heroine, acid, codeine, park-insets, cocaine, etc. is normal now. Then, let's not forget that most of these kids would rather text or email you than confront you about something verbally or in-person. The internet generation is also the crack-baby generation (isn't that grand?!). So, being 17 years old listening to your favorite blog rapper holler, "Swag! Swag! Swag!" over a Lex Luger beat (which is merely a Hypnotized mind beat from 1997) while you do your codeine and cocaine is the norm now. Seriously!

Really do, open up your eyes. Look at how police brutality is no longer a every-once in a while occurrence, but now you can see YouTube videos of black and brown brothers being murdered (literally the 21st Century form of lynching) on a weekly basis. But, does anyone care? No. Beyonce being pregnant is more important than the 19 year old in San Francisco being publicly humiliated and murdered for not paying a train fare (Source: YouTube). Watching the season finale of "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" (aka "Groupie Bitches Teaching Young Woman All They Need To Do Is Fuck & Suck Off A Rich Guy To Live Fabolous") is more important than the Palo Alto, California's former police chief blatantly telling the media she told her officers to racial profile Black citizens unlawfully (Source: ABC KGO-TV San Francisco).

The doctrine of the 5 Percenter is true that 85% are sheep, 10% know the truth and use subjective thinking to control the masses while 5% know the truth and use it to control their own subconscious mental state and try to teach those of the 85% to open up their eyes. Please...open up your eyes. What a grand societ to want to start procreating in, isn't it?

3rd PR Radio (Episode 12) - "40 Million Dollar Slaves"

3rd PR Radio (Episode 12) by uncovered3rd

In this episode, I talk about athletes, "The 40 Million Dollar Slaves.

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I Mix What I Like: A Mixtape Manifesto - Dr. Jared A. Ball

So I started reading a book recently entitled, "I Mix What I Like: A Mixtape Manifesto"by Dr. Jared A. Ball. Dr Ball is a professor at Morgan State University in Baltimore, Maryland. The reason why I had started reading the book was because of this HipHopDX book review I had seen on it. I'm only two chapters in and truly impressed; it feels great to finally read a book about hip-hop and its colonization by corporate entities. This view is rarely talked about and I have never seen it in a book before. I would suggest that you go pick up this book by Dr. Ball (even if you do not like hip-hop). As a young black man in America whom owns his own business and thinks for himself, I can say that just within two chapters, "I Mix What I Like: A Mixtape Manifesto" by Dr. Jared A. Ball is making a truly lasting impression on me. Do yourself a favor and purchase this book.

The Beard....

This is the first time that I've written all week; I had a great 5 days in the Bay Area with my family and friends. It's always great to get back home. The last few days in Los Angeles have been ridiculously hot. Wednesday night, it was 79 degrees at midnight! Indian Summer is definitely here. The plans for the weekend are minimal; I'm going to get a haircut in a few hours. Definitely need one! I was thinking about growing my beard back out like I did last Fall, but I don't think so. Who knows; I might get a nice line-up from my barber and decide to keep it. Keeping a nice beard is pretty high maintenance, but it looks decent if you have the face for it. I think that I've been growing mine now for about a month; last year, I grew it out for four months before I decided to cut it low. I think I might keep it. I have a way of going off on tangents in these posts, but hell...it's a blog. That's what blogging is all about at the end of the day....right?

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3rd PR Radio (Episode 11)

3rd PR Radio (Episode 11) by uncovered3rd

Euphoria: Sunday Morning

Sunday morning. 8:48AM PST. Peering out the thick purple curtains of my hotel room at the W overlooking the Bay Area landscape, a marsh land. It's a great feeling to be back home in the place I was raised in. To be amongst family and people who really do care for my well-being is a euphoric feeling. The other night I wrote about the state of nirvana I had felt being here, well that state of nirvana still lives within me now. Getting away from LA for a few days is always a great feeling; the contrast of Nor-Cal and So-Cal is more than night and day and more like New York to North Carolina. You know that you are on the same coast, but the climate definitely has a way of projecting itself on its inhabitants. The hot, stale desert of Los Angeles has a way of personifying the image-over conscious (I know that's not a word) inhabitants that live there. The mountainous, sea breeze and forest climate of the Bay Area causes its citizens to be more like its perfect weather; hot nor cold and go with the flow. It's great to be home.

The American Nightmare

It's sad how the American Dream is actually a delusion. The whole "work hard to progress" is a complete cop-out. Working your ass off to keep your job and possibly receive a dollar raise every year is bullshit. The whole corporate structure is flawed and definitely meant to keep you controlled. You can sit at your cubicle, and kiss your supervisor, Bill's ass all you want asking him if he watched the game last night , but you are nothing more than a disposable entity to the corporate structure. You could work at your job for 30 years and get "let go" and replaced by a college graduate they will hire for $20,000 a year less than you were making. The corporate world is a slippery slope; don't let your comfy manufactured home in a development, your "green-friendly" Prius, and your comfy 401k fool you; your ass can be replaced in a blink of an eye. If you have the ability to work for yourself and support your lifestyle by establishing your own business venture, do so. Follow your dreams; have a damn plan written down. Don't be a corporate slave.

Dear Self...

Why can't I find a band that is even remotely close to the talent of Washed Out? Well...is Washed Out even that talented? All of the rock music that is coming out now is reminiscent of the bands of the 60s (such as King Crimson & Janis Joplin). I swear I feel like Best Coast is a knockoff Janis Joplin and that most of her music sounds exactly the same. Bands like the Friendly Fires (whom lost a band member due to heart failure) or even Phantogram deserve way more acclaim than they are getting now. But, the state of media and journalism isn't really journalism anymore. A true journalist used to be an explorer; a journalist used to excavate through all sorts of music to "break" a new artist or band to the world. But, now most writers (even at major publications) are groupies and dick riders with MacBooks and iPads. There's very few journalists nowadays that have the balls to break a new musical act. Most just follow what other publications are doing; the safe mundane groupie route. It's truly lame and sad when you can look at the blogosphere and see the SAME exact content posted on hundreds and even thousands of blogs. Who has the balls to think for themselves? Not too many....

September

Gotta love gorgeous Bay Area summer nights. I drove home to the Bay to see my family and friends for the weekend. Even at almost 27 years old, there's still no place like home. It feels more comfortable to sleep in the house I was raised in than anywhere else in the world. I sit here watching the stars sprint across the abyss of a sky feeling this sense of...nirvana. No not the band (well...I like them too), but the definition of nirvana being a state of not wanting; a state of being completely content. That's how I feel right now. My father and I had an extremely good dinner at a Japanese grill. It's great to be home. As "Two More Years" by Bloc Party plays in the balance, a slight grin sets in stone across my face. I am blessed...